It was a promising spot for
the imagination. No boy could have left it unexplored.
The stream thenceforward stole along the bottom of the dingle, and
made, for that dry land, a pleasant warbling in the leaves. Once,
I suppose, it ran splashing down the whole length of the canyon,
but now its head waters had been tapped by the shaft at Silverado,
and for a great part of its course it wandered sunless among the
joints of the mountain. No wonder that it should better its pace
when it sees, far before it, daylight whitening in the arch, or
that it should come trotting forth into the sunlight with a song.
The two stages had gone by when I got down, and the Toll House
stood, dozing in sun and dust and silence, like a place enchanted.
My mission was after hay for bedding, and that I was readily
promised. But when I mentioned that we were waiting for Rufe, the
people shook their heads. Rufe was not a regular man any way, it
seemed; and if he got playing poker--Well, poker was too many for
Rufe. I had not yet heard them bracketted together; but it seemed
a natural conjunction, and commended itself swiftly to my fears;
and as soon as I returned to Silverado and had told my story, we
practically gave Hanson up, and set ourselves to do what we could
find do-able in our desert-island state.
The lower room had been the assayer's office.
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